He used to be as beautiful as a doll and as sweet as sugar
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Radio cassette player and heating, not knocked
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Comfortable tits with the one that will fit your hand
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I could not be embarrassed at the wedding with him
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He didn't have ABS but he knew how to brake
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He was sure to drive with four eyes
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He held it like a bottle so that the sunroof would not spill
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The windshields worked well like clockwork
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I light up the rap recorded on tape
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When I drive, I stop to switch the hitchhiker
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They went through it all together like real peers
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The Bosnians almost stole it from me once
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And now the old machine parked for months
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I walk past him and choke
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No one can service it anymore
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Chorus sell parts so you can stay calm
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I still remember the whole thing when we didn't know the end
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I loved it all so much, the days in the old car
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Golf 2 and with it all the gas, it's swirling behind us, aaa
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My golf is not in driving condition, who knows when
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And there stands parked, muddy at the corner of the building
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Why don't I sell it, they tell me I don't have a brain
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And in driving condition, the Golf 2 costs three hundred euros
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So I need to sell the ceiling for 100 euros
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It's like I told them in vain
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How many times have I washed it, vacuumed it, washed it
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I traveled with him around the world and the whole of Belgrade
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He was swallowing fuel, but he could also pull it off
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It was possible to go to Little Montenegro with him in the winter as well
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How many times did he bring me home at dawn
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Burned like a king or drunk like a jorus
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Music beating from it, I parked it in the cold
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And the battery lasts for hours
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How many times he stopped me, how many times I pushed
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And well, if I'm looking for it, let it all go
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I still remember the whole thing when we didn't know the end
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I loved it all so much, the days in the old car
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Golf 2 and with it all the gas, it's swirling behind us, aaa |